I'm sorry it's been a while but here's the next chapter
Derek knew it was a trap instantly, he could tell when someone was lying after all. That meant that the kids had likely escaped which was brilliant except for the fact that he had now walked willingly with no backup to a bunch of psychopaths for no reason. Intentionally it was a grand gesture but now he'd be gaining nothing if he were to die. The kids wouldn't be safe. Knowing them, they were probably lost and in need of rescue from that. Something Derek can't do if he dies by the hands of this guy.
Bargaining time might work. Though that would mean that he'd have to suffer hearing the long irrational tale of how he'd wronged them so drastically that they'd spent years tracking and plotting their revenge. And that revenge wasn't exactly working to plan. The kids, a main bargaining tool, had escaped.
Some two foot kids with de-aged minds outsmarted two fully grown adults. Derek was a tad proud of them. He'd buy them whatever they wanted as a treat.
It was only fair when you consider the circumstances.
"Why'd you do this?" Derek said, using a voice that sounded as sincere as possible.
A sinister smirk spread across the leaders face as he stood tall, "Well I'm glad you asked. I..."
Derek zoned out of what he was saying and instead focused on looking for escape routes. After seconds he found one, a window to his right just behind the jumpy guy. He could just push the guy. It wouldn't be difficult considering his speed. These guys needed serious tips.
With a smirk, Derek ran pushing the guy. The other, too wrapped up in his tale, didn't notice until the last moment and therefore didn't cause any issues.
Jumping from the window, Derek headed home. Ignoring the shouting and threats from behind him. Their was two of them against him, the Sheriff, Melissa and an Argent. Little to no competition there.
Peter and the pups had been begrudgingly trekking for hours.
Unluckily for Peter, children weren't as fast as himself. He was becoming angrier with each passing minute, each whiny complaint and each snarky remark which left him unsure if he'd be able to keep his guise of the concerned heroic figure.
His anger was currently increasing due to Jackson's newfound alertness as, with each shift and step, Jackson squired in his arms. He then whined or snapped about how Peter wasn't being considerate enough to the wounded. He couldn't wait to dispose of these kids. Life would be so much easier.
Unbeknownst to him, at the back of the pack Scott and Isaac were chatting in hushed whispers.
"I think we're ageing" muttered Isaac, his eyes trained on the back of Peter's head.
Scott followed his gaze before agreeing, "I'm getting that feeling too, should we tell Peter?"
Isaac shook his head furiously, "Nope, he's not helping us out of kindness."
"I thought so," Scott paused, "What do you think he's really planning?"
"Dunno, but he's getting angry" Isaac turned to Scott, his eyes reflecting fear and concern before whispering, "And it's likely got to do with Derek."